Warning: Dead Walking || Jenny & Dean
New town, new batch of walkers to kill. By now, Dean knew pretty well he was out of Georgia, probably somewhere in Alabama. The dirt, blood and sweat that formed on his face and clothes indicated that he’d been walking for a long while, which was true. Occasionally he’d find a place to stay, but recently he hasn’t. Dean kept open ears and eyes for any sign of movement, something he usually did. He turned around quickly, noticing the other that was behind him. With his gun drawn, he narrowed his eyes at them. “You it or scratched?”
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